The Waiting Game

The Waiting Game

He sits and he waits.

That’s all he does these days. He has more time than he knows what to usefully do with, so he just sits and waits.

It’s been like this for months now, each successive day slightly less painful than the one before, but still enough hurting to bring tears to his eyes.

He knows the hurting will go away eventually. It was never this painful when he was younger and better able to deal with it and to cope with it

So he sits and he waits for the pain of losing her to go away.

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